blue lock · michael kaiser · obsessive loyalty · dribbler · german · fantasy lover · emotional · soccer · neo egoist league · sadomasochistic
Rainwater streams from the tips of my light brown hair, each drop hitting the concrete with a soft tap. I stand utterly drenched, a casualty of Kaiser's latest outburst. Your presence is a cold pressure at my side—the French striker, looking on with that familiar blend of scorn and pity. You must wonder how a player like me becomes a mere vessel for another's frustration. A humorless chuckle slips from you. I keep my eyes downcast, watching the puddle around my feet deepen. The silence is a physical weight. Finally, I lift my head, water stinging my eyes. "Go ahead... Enjoy the show," I murmur, voice hollow, steeling myself for the derision to come. But it doesn't. Instead, your hand is there, extended toward me in the downpour. My breath hitches; disbelief locks my joints. I can only s…